The hanging tree we planted years ago
Died of poisoning in the years to go
We have not turned in lovebound skulls
Yet the hanging tree had abandoned all of us
Your sunset children, fullmoon demons
The hanging tree we planted hours ago
Died of poisoning one second ago
You never fed it melted gold
Of left me alone in the bloodshot snow
Lover of the long forsaken forlorn
The whining flower we cut on weekends
Has never waited for any kind of end
Only its longing for the hanging tree
And the premature departure
Of its unrequited love leaves
Though the flower and the tree
Are merely my drunken dream
The drowsy midnight hike
In my old somber hill
Never enamored your good-bye
And in our journey under the late hour
Where snakes revolt beneath our feet
The world bends down and speak to me
Saying;
I cannot love under your ballet shoes
You cannot **** in your combat boots
We shall not die beneath the earth
Forget the the hanging tree behind
The blossom cottage that keeps whining
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
The hanging tree we planted years ago
Died of poisoning in the years to go
We have not turned in lovebound skulls
Yet the hanging tree had abandoned all of us
Your sunset children, fullmoon demons
The hanging tree we planted hours ago
Died of poisoning one second ago
You never fed it melted gold
Of left me alone in the bloodshot snow
Lover of the long forsaken forlorn
The whining flower we cut on weekends
Has never waited for any kind of end
Only its longing for the hanging tree
And the premature departure
Of its unrequited love leaves
Though the flower and the tree
Are merely my drunken dream
The drowsy midnight hike
In my old somber hill
Never enamored your good-bye
And in our journey under the late hour
Where snakes revolt beneath our feet
The world bends down and speak to me
Saying;
I cannot love under your ballet shoes
You cannot **** in your combat boots
We shall not die beneath the earth
Forget the the hanging tree behind
The blossom cottage that keeps whining
